in the dark

The surrounding area was very quiet, and a strong statement that seemed to be declaring sovereignty floated in the air, it was meant for the three people in front of him, and it seemed to be meant for everyone.

There is no reason why Zhang Zi wants to protect the person he cannot protect.

As soon as the words fell, the man in black who was still lying at his feet nodded repeatedly, and admitted his mistake slightly tremblingly: "No...don't dare, there will never be a second time!"

Zhang Zi smiled faintly, raised his foot and kicked on the ground, the ruthlessness just now had long since disappeared, and he said calmly, "Okay, the people who brought you get out of here."

Seeing this, the three people lying on the ground quickly patted the dust on their bodies, and ran out as if fleeing for their lives.

Zhang Zi gestured to the back with his hand, and the two men stepped forward and carried the little girl on their shoulders. Zhang Zi took a look, "Take her away first, don't wait for me."

After a slight nod, the little girl was taken to the car outside the door by two well-trained people. When the accelerator was stepped on, there were only three people left in the empty textile factory, one in the light and two in the dark.

Zhang Zi was tall and straight, standing on the spot where he kicked the person just now without moving half a step. After a while, he saw another cigarette in his hand, taking a deep breath from time to time.

What is a person trying to do standing here alone?smokes?impossible.wait for someone?Not sure.

Song Chan and Song Nan'an, who were hiding in the blind spot of vision, didn't know why, especially Song Chan, what happened just now is still in front of him, kidnapping, child, mission, Dongzi, it seems that everything that has passed away has been spread out without any cover placed in front of him.

It's true that Zhang Zi is one of Huang Ye's subordinates, but he is also Song Chan's most trusted brother here, otherwise Song Chan would not have asked Dong Zi to report to him before he left, this was purely using the two of them Friendship is just a shelter for Dongzi who has been with him for many years.

Now it seems that Dongzi is really holding his thigh.

The shelter not only protects, but also adds a lot of countermeasures, such as stepping on you when you are upset until you beg for mercy and dare not dare.

Just as Song Chan was immersed in his own thoughts, the person who was smoking not far away suddenly lowered his hand with his cigarette in his hand, and said in a deep voice, "Since you're here, wouldn't it be nice not to say hello?"

Deathly silence.

Song Chan was stunned for a second, and secretly screamed in his heart that it was not good, it was over, he was discovered.

Brothers belong to brothers, but he has been away from the organization for several months, so it is really hard to say what will happen when they meet.Although this description of the "most trusted" brotherhood seems a bit plastic, but Song Chan has been around for so many years, and he will not lose the caution he should have.

His heart sank, Song Chan turned his head to look at Song Nan'an, and the two looked at each other for three seconds, Song Chan was a little surprised, he didn't see any expression other than calm on Song Nan'an's face, as if everything was under control .

Based on Song Chan's understanding of Song Nan'an, he never fought unprepared battles, and Song Chan was inexplicably relieved.

Song Nan'an nodded lightly, and the two walked out of the blind spot together.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, Zhang Zi locked the direction, his right hand pressed against the gun hidden behind his shirt by his waist, and finally, when he saw the two people coming out from behind, he let out a sigh of relief and lowered his arms.

"Dumb?"

Zhang Zi noticed someone behind him when he entered the door, but he didn't know who it was. At this moment, he frowned and looked at Song Chan in front of him in disbelief, and asked, "Why are you here?" He glanced at Song Nan'an carefully, and then glanced back and forth between the two of them without making a sound.

Song Nan'an understood what Zhang Zi was wondering about, glanced sideways at Song Chan, and said, "It's okay, we can talk about it."

Zhang Ziming nodded as if he understood, Song Chan didn't understand what kind of riddles these two people who were not in the same world beside him were playing riddles, it looked like they knew each other?Maybe they not only know each other, but also know each other very well?

But it's black and white, a hooligan and a case-solving expert...

Song Chan squinted, and Fox asked, "You guys know each other? What's going on here?"

Song Nan'an said in a deep voice, "It's not safe here."

"Let's talk about it in another place." Zhang Zi agreed, and put out the cigarette butt: "Dumb, go to your side."

Song Chan nodded, and the three walked out of the textile factory through the back door and walked into an alley, which had been abandoned for many years.There used to be a lot of people walking in this alley, but because the alleys stood beside the brick houses built decades ago, they were small and dilapidated, and they had already decayed under the wind and rain, and pieces of old buildings fell from the crumbling eaves from time to time. With tiles, more passers-by were smashed, and fewer people walked naturally.

However, what everyone does not know is that the tiles that should have fallen over the years have long since fallen, and only the wooden shelves of the eaves stick out from the wall. Take this alley.

The three of them stepped on the tiles and made some moderate noises, but it was extremely ear-piercing in this silent environment. Song Chan broke it, "How long has Master Huang been looking for me?"

"I've been looking for it." Zhang Zi stared at his feet, "The people below you, except for Dongzi who is with me, the rest of the important ones are now directly under the management of Huang Ye, and the small fish and shrimps are distributed to other people." He said. He continued to add, "You are hiding tightly. As far as I know, Master Huang has not found any news about you."

Song Chan nodded knowingly, and took a look at Song Nan'an. It seemed that he was destined to die. After meeting Song Nan'an, he stayed with the police all day. No matter how many people Huang Ye sent to investigate, it was impossible to start from the direction of the police. There are so many people and seas and roads, once the direction is wrong, it is naturally difficult to find even a little bit of information, not to mention that he has traveled to many places with Song Nan'an in the past few months, his whereabouts are difficult to determine, and it is extremely difficult to find out.

Just as he was thinking, the ten-minute journey had already been completed, Song Chan fell silent, and led the two people behind him into the dilapidated residential building in front of him. He had lived in this area for many years and was very familiar with it. Grandpa has been looking for it, so naturally everything needs to be careful.

When he came to the door of the house, Song Chan carefully picked a few times in the gap on the side of the window sill, and a small piece of brick that had obviously been touched by someone fell into his hand, and then a brick wrapped in scotch tape appeared. key.

Song Chan took the key and walked cautiously towards the rusty iron door.

"Don't bother." Zhang Zi watched for a long time until Song Chan took the key before he understood what he wanted to do. He kicked the door lightly with his foot, and it opened with a creaking sound, but the door was only ajar, "Master Huang sent someone It’s been here several times, and it’s already been pried open.”

Song Chan held the key in his hand and slightly raised his eyebrows, shouldn't he have expected it a long time ago?

Signaling Song Nan'an to enter the house first, Song Chan finally entered and covered the door. He found an iron chain and wrapped the door lock several times inside, then tightened it and tied it to the latch on one side. Since the door lock was broken, they needed another To be clear here, something must be done to prevent someone from pushing the door in from the outside.

After installing the door, Song Chan glanced around the house and saw that it was a mess. The tables and chairs were all overturned on the ground, and the clothes that were in the cabinet before going out were also thrown on the ground. In addition, the cups and bowls Pieces were also scattered.

Raiding houses and robbing houses is something that Huang Ye often does. It seems that this is not showing any kindness.

"Sit here." Song Chan smiled coyly, tidied up the small sofa, and said, "Although it's my house... I guess I can't entertain you."

Song Nan'an didn't make a sound, walked a few steps in the cramped room, looked around, and then stood still by the window, as if looking into the distance.

Zhang Zi lifted his foot and put himself on the sofa. He was silent for a moment as if he was thinking about something. After a while, he said, "I'm a policeman."

There was a thunder on the ground, and the turning point of the matter came too suddenly, Song Chan frowned suddenly.

Song Nan'an still stood quietly by the window.

"Undercover." Zhang Zi said, took out the cigarette case, shook out a cigarette, and lit the lighter, "Undercover digging up the evidence of Lord Huang."

In just one sentence, everything became clear. Song Chan's brain was working extremely fast to digest what Zhang Zi said, and his brows were never loosened: "Apart from me, does anyone in the organization know?"

"Yes, one."

Song Chan guessed: "Dongzi?"

"No, I've been hiding it from him." Zhang Zi was dazed by the cigarette, "He's also a policeman, assistant."

Song Chan understood, as long as no outsiders know about it, the most feared thing about this kind of thing is identity leakage.

Seeing that the atmosphere was too serious, Xu Shi smiled and took out his mobile phone, and changed the subject, "I asked Dongzi to come over? He has been thinking about you."

Song Chan nodded, and asked as if remembering something: "What happened to that child just now?"

That's why they came here.

Song Nan'an by the window finally turned around and said, "The news about the last case has been suppressed, and now there are new ones?"

As soon as the words fell, Song Chan remembered the first time he met Song Nan'an in the alley, and he still vividly remembered it. It seems that Zhang Zi has been contacting the outside world, trying to destroy Master Huang's plan while collecting evidence.

Zhang Zi edited a text message for Dongzi and put down his phone, "Master Huang took over the job in Yunnan a few days ago, and transported the child to Yunnan for drug hallucinogenic experiments."

"Drug hallucinations?"

"The second half is just that I heard that what Huang Ye wants to do here is to tie up the child and send it over for the purpose of exchanging money."

"How many tied up?"

"Three, two men and one woman." Zhang Zi replied, sighing slightly, "It's just tied up now, and the children are all in my hands. The shipment will start next Friday, and time is running out."

"The local police didn't receive a report?"

"Two months to three," Zhang Zi sneered. "The period is long enough to show that he was very cautious. No one had a camera in the place where he attacked, and even if there was a report, he would not be able to find out." He dusted off the soot and continued: "Master Huang chooses people to do these things. I have no position to intervene. I only take care of the children while they are being transported away."

After Zhang Zi finished speaking, Song Chan sank into his own thoughts, sorting out the incidents.

Song Nan'an looked out of the window again after hearing this, and after an unknown amount of time, he saw that he was in awe, and suddenly said in a deep voice, "How many people did you call over?"

Zhang Zi didn't understand, so he hurriedly said, "One, what's the matter?"

Song Chan was also awakened by the sound and looked over.

Song Nan'an gave up his seat by the window and asked the two of them to come and watch.Downstairs, there was a van parked at the entrance, and many people jumped out of the van one after another. Everyone ran towards the building quickly, holding thick and long iron bars in their hands!

"Go!" Zhang Zi shouted sharply, and the three of them ran out immediately.

Fortunately, the floor is not low and there is no elevator in the old building. It will take some time for the people below to come up. Song Chan is very familiar with the surroundings, so he immediately came up with a solution: "Hurry up! They are far away, let's go to the fourth floor and pass by." Jump to the next door on the corridor window!"

Most of the old residential buildings are unreasonable in design, and lighting has never been considered. The capitalists originally intended to earn money from the low-class people. When building, the most thoughtful thing was how to make rational use of land space in the same area. With a smaller area, more houses can be built and sold for more money, so the two residential buildings are very close to each other, but the so-called proximity also requires a big stride to get from one building to the other, and the premise is to find It's a good floor, obviously, Song Chan knows this very well.

The three of them couldn't even save time to breathe. They ran up the stairs to the fourth floor, leaned over the window and took a few glances. Zhang Zi was the first to go up. Even a policeman who can be an undercover agent is very skilled.Song Chan only slightly assisted him from the side, and he passed smoothly.

After Zhang Zi passed by, Song Chan listened carefully. At this time, the corridor was still very quiet, and there were many people getting on and off the car. If they reached the first floor, there must be some movement, but obviously there is no movement yet.

The second one is Song Nan'an, Song Chan left behind himself.

When Song Nan'an stepped onto the window sill, Song Chan paused, and suddenly remembered that he was afraid of heights, a four-story building is not short, and without handrails and any protective measures, he wondered if he could accept it.

Song Chan stared at the person in front of him without daring to let go. Gradually, he could see the sweat on his forehead. Sure enough, the psychological barrier was hard to overcome.

There were vague footsteps downstairs.

It's too late.

Song Chan's heart changed, and he reacted quickly and stepped onto the window sill. He said to Song Nan'an with calm eyes, "Look at me," he pretended to be relaxed, and raised his eyebrows with a smile, "I will be behind you, and I will always be here."

Song Nan'an looked at him without making a sound, and every breath was heavy.

As time passed, the surroundings were no longer silent, and the sound of footsteps in the corridor became clearer.

After Song Chan finished speaking, he didn't dare to rush, he just waited for the sound of footsteps, his heart was about to rise to his throat.

Suddenly, when the sound of footsteps seemed to be close to his ears, Song Nan'an pursed his lips and stepped forward with a serious expression, and stepped over, Zhang Zi, who followed him in shock, stretched out his hand to support him.

successfully passed.

The thin sweat and panting that came with the tension gradually subsided, Song Chan didn't hesitate for a second, and the next second Song Nan'an stepped forward, he also stepped over, and the clear and chaotic footsteps were isolated in another world .

Just as he stood firmly on his feet, Song Chan moved a step and hugged Song Nan'an, hugging him tightly.

Song Nan'an blinked slightly, but did not move.

Song Chan didn't let go, and hugged him even tighter. All the words he wanted to say were choked in his throat. Only when he made a slight sound did he realize that his throat was so tense that it was hoarse. He had to change his way and gently rubbed his head against Song Nan'an's ear.

The two seemed to be in no-man's space.

Zhang Zi on the side watched the play for a long time, and finally couldn't hold back, coughed, "It's time to go, I can't guarantee that they won't watch from the window."

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